My crotchety old instructor asked me today what a "spy in the sky" is. I told him I didn't know. He said, "It's a bear in the air."
When I told him that his cigarette smoke was giving me a pain in the brain, he grunted like a pig in the rig and blew smoke down my throat.
Two more days, and I'm outta here.
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That would be a smokey in a plane or a whirlybird looking for fast-moving truckers, I reckon!
Or conceivably a pimp in a blimp.
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